My most romantic moment was during 2017. My fiancé and I went into New York City and stayed for the weekend.
We went to museums and an amazing Cuban restaurant. We even went to Top of the Rock; I had done it before, but he hadn’t.
The hotel we booked became our go-to spot in the city, because it was right near my favorite place - The New York Public Library. We may not have been the most romantically cheesy couple, but we had managed to deepen our connection that weekend. We spent a lot of the evening talking and just being together.
This trip ended up being one of the last times, for a while, that I was truly happy. My father would soon find out that he had cancer and go into treatment. So, the happiness that came out of that trip would be what I held onto for over a year.
In some ways, it was like we knew that we needed that time together, because it would bond us.
Wow, these recent prompts have drudged up some old feelings, good ones almost forgotten, buried under all the hurt of my unlucky love life. Maybe I'm not as healed as I thought. Let's try spewing it out in words. Then, let's put those words online for strangers' critique. Yeah, that's the ticket!
The strongest memory that comes to mind was during the first year dating my ex-fiancé. She was living about an hour and a half away at the time. We were on the phone about to hang up for the night. Right before we said our goodbyes, I made an off hand remark that I'd keep the door unlocked for her if she wanted to drive into town. She chuckled and that was that.
About four in the morning I'm roused awake by her sliding into bed with me. She kissed me and said she couldn't sleep without me. I laid on my back while she rolled up next to me, her arm draped over my shoulders and my arm on her thigh. That was the moment I knew I was loved and loved her in return. We basically lived together from then onward. Well, until things fell apart.
It's been said the sweet isn't as sweet without the sour. Perhaps that's why the sour still stings; there was some SWEET sweet.
My most romantic moment was during 2017. My fiancé and I went into New York City and stayed for the weekend.
We went to museums and an amazing Cuban restaurant. We even went to Top of the Rock; I had done it before, but he hadn’t.
The hotel we booked became our go-to spot in the city, because it was right near my favorite place - The New York Public Library. We may not have been the most romantically cheesy couple, but we had managed to deepen our connection that weekend. We spent a lot of the evening talking and just being together.
This trip ended up being one of the last times, for a while, that I was truly happy. My father would soon find out that he had cancer and go into treatment. So, the happiness that came out of that trip would be what I held onto for over a year.
In some ways, it was like we knew that we needed that time together, because it would bond us.
Wow, these recent prompts have drudged up some old feelings, good ones almost forgotten, buried under all the hurt of my unlucky love life. Maybe I'm not as healed as I thought. Let's try spewing it out in words. Then, let's put those words online for strangers' critique. Yeah, that's the ticket!
The strongest memory that comes to mind was during the first year dating my ex-fiancé. She was living about an hour and a half away at the time. We were on the phone about to hang up for the night. Right before we said our goodbyes, I made an off hand remark that I'd keep the door unlocked for her if she wanted to drive into town. She chuckled and that was that.
About four in the morning I'm roused awake by her sliding into bed with me. She kissed me and said she couldn't sleep without me. I laid on my back while she rolled up next to me, her arm draped over my shoulders and my arm on her thigh. That was the moment I knew I was loved and loved her in return. We basically lived together from then onward. Well, until things fell apart.
It's been said the sweet isn't as sweet without the sour. Perhaps that's why the sour still stings; there was some SWEET sweet.